If you listen closely, hopefully you can see, the roller coaster ride of trying
to be all you can be, in the concrete jungle
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How can I strive,
when in my eyes, all I see is the struggle,
Its hard to survive and stay alive, when you are lost in the concrete jungle
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With pent up agression, from having no direction, or fatherly lessons,
forced to carry a compa**, because if you get lost without that metal in your
hand, during sunset,
it can be your last regret,
One wrong turn, in an overly dense forest, can lead you in circles,
Lost in a faraway land that barely sees the sun,
no vending machines, no atm's,
working with little to none,
you become numb,
And everyone has succumb,
to the belief that there is a limited supply of light,
crabs in a barrel mentality ignites,
Every day becomes a fight for your life.
You look to your right, just darkness, not a person or sound in sight,
Hoping not to step into the bear trap, you must stay sharp, and maintain a keen
eye for danger,
you learn not to talk to strangers, from the age of five or six,
To make it out you must adapt quickly to the environment,
Maintain emotional strength,
faith, patience, and believe that your path out will be heaven sent,
In order to exist, you must resist,
Temptation,
But the frustration of waiting, for your rescue plane could be devastating,
Tempted to drink stagnant water that may lead to diseases, from eating parasite
eggs,
On a never ending search for signs that lead to the riverbed,
called "success"
But that riverbed is dangerous,
as wild animals often hunt and rest at riverbeds waiting to feast on strangers,
So, building a camp is a must,
for protection from rainy days,
but when you are in the jungle lost, who knows which animals to trust,
So you learn to expect the worse,
Pessimistic thoughts run rampant in your head,
Deep fears of not surviving and your grandmother crying,
identifying your body by the birthmark on your leg,
the news reporter says,
"just another lost kid, found dead",
in the concrete jungle.